Today is the 15th anniversary of 9/11. I was only 8 years-old at the time of the attack, so I don’t really remember a lot. I think I was confused and didn’t really understand what was happening. But one memory I have that stuck with me is from a couple of days after 9/11. I was with my mom and my siblings and I believe we were going to visit my grandma. I remember driving past a group of people on the side of the road that were holding American flags and signs that said different things regarding the attacks. I looked over at my baby sister, who was only 2 years-old at the time, sitting in her car seat and thinking “I wonder if she will remember any of this?”. I felt so sad and sorry that she would have to grow up during a war, not even thinking that I was in the exact same situation as she was. I still remember the smile on her face at that moment, she was blissfully unaware that anything bad was going on around her. I knew that something bad was happening, I just couldn’t understand the extent of the evil.
Fast forward 15 years, and I’m sitting in my living room with my husband watching horrific footage on the History channel from the morning of 9/11. It’s footage I have never seen before and I’m having to fight back tears. The older I get the more I understand what happened that day. And the older I get the more I realize that this world is full of evil. It’s so important to hold tight to your friends and family, because you never know when your last moment with them will be. ❤ In our lives we will come face-to-face with danger and walk through horrific tragedies. But even in times of despair, it is so comforting to know that God goes before us and walks beside us. God is bigger than the evil of this world!
I had the opportunity to visit the 9/11 Memorial when Brendan and I were on our honeymoon in May. It was such a calm and peaceful evening. And it was almost eerie that this place could seem so calm when 15 years ago it saw so much destruction, so much pain and so much loss. We walked along the memorial, looking at all of the names of the victims and those that were lost during 9/11. I said a prayer for all of the families that were affected and lost loved ones during the attacks before we left. I walked away from the memorial, my heart feeling sad.
It has been a little over two years now since I went to New York City for my first (and only) time. It seems like it was only yesterday I was there though. I have been longing to go back ever since I left. And now, since I am thinking about that glorious city, I have decided to dedicate a post to it.
Here are a few of my favorite pictures I captured while I was in New York City and some feelings I happened to scribble down two years ago:
The New York Times
The morning rush
St. Patrick’s Cathedral
View of the city from the Stanton Island Ferry
My favorite picture from my trip
Rainy day in the park
View of the city from the Stanton Island Ferry
View from the New York Public Library
Lights, lights every where you look. Some of them flashing, some as still as the night itself. People always surround me here, never seeing the same face twice. People from every race and every nation. Faces of sorrow and hate, of experience and inexperience. Some of these faces look lost; they may know where they are at in the vicinity but they know neither where they are at in life or where they are going. People dressed in all different types of clothes; some in suits, some in heels, others in rags crumpled up on the ground. It amazes me that these people let nothing get in their way. They keep moving in rain or shine because they have to make a living.
The people of the city are so beautiful to me, in their many colored clothes and fancy accessories. Some of them kind, others that act like you’re not there. Old men in the park reading the morning paper, colored men on the side lines filling the air with sweet notes of Jazz. They smile at the people that pass by them and hope that somebody will throw some change into their box.
As funny as it may sound, I think I liked the city best in the mist and rain. The city had an air of mystery and wonder that hung about it in this weather, wonder that made me feel that if I had conquered this city, I could conquer the world. But conquer the world as I might, I did not want to be anywhere but there, in the city that never sleeps. Any store and any kind of food can be found in this glorious city. In this magical city one can travel forwards or backwards in time. It is the one place I have felt nearest to the big Hollywood stars. Standing where Miss Audrey Hepburn stood, walking where Amanda Seyfried walked. Many before them and many more to come after them.
Written: June 2012